I’m really sad that I think you’re hiding this relationship from me. In your previous two iterations, I was nothing but positive about her and, in fact, told you when I thought she was right and you were wrong. But you made the mistake of telling me too much and now you realize that that bell can’t be unrung, that we know this relationship in the past caused you so much pain. And the fact that you aren’t telling us tells us that you don’t feel fully good about this choice either. But I just have to keep biting my tongue and hope that you will open up eventually.
Some days things just get to you, this is one of those days.
Maybe it will feel better in 19 days.
And when the chicks are unsettled, mama duck hurts.
Sorry, being so weird tonight.
Texting me at 1 a.m. when you know I have to leave my phone on at night to ask whether the car dealer’s coupon covers used cars is NOT seeking information. It is passive aggressive narcissistic behavior. Especially since you were sitting less than two feet from the coupon and are perfectly capable of reading it.
I am afraid to even ask what all those Facebook “pokes” are really about.
Ads all over for HUGE M.S. bike ride all over the city on Sunday. These rides can get 30,000 people. I spent 35 minutes on phone with 311; half hour on all kinds of city agency websites. Nobody has one shred of information on what streets will be closed and when. You get to an intersection in your car and sit for 2 hours because in this city, you don’t count if you live here. You don’t need to know. We don’t care if you know or not. That seems to be the attitude. Nothing new there. It’s just too big. I’ve had it here, I can make it anywhere.
Feels so go to be Friday and have the house clean already. Even got the husband to clean the wood and tile floors.
I can’t believe I just told Dan Rather that his latest FB post is naive. Feeling pretty full of myself, I guess.
Why do things like this happen? I would love just a few weeks without having something worrying me
OMG…I just reread my last post…huge apologies…The son that I mentioned is not Son Ellebud. My Ellebud is married and young Mrs. Ellebud would never let him date. The son here is the in laws son.
We had a terrible night. After a blustery, rainy day, at around 11:15 PM, a huuuuuuuuuge tree came crashing down across a major electrical wire, and all of our lights and those up and down the street went out. We live right by the important transformer that powers the entire neighborhood. I called from my cell phone to report the outage, and within 45 minutes the repair guys were here on the job. They’ve been here all night long and got the power on within an hour of their arrival. At 3:30 in the morning, DH and I awoke to the sound of a chain saw cutting up the huge tree, and right now – 6:50 AM – they’re still outside, re-attaching some wires to our house. We’ll need an electrician to make it pretty again – they’re just doing a patch job right now – but I am so grateful that this is someone’s job, and that they’ve been here the entire night to get everything fixed.
I’m sitting here with DH’s grade school report cards wondering why it took his district until the end of 5th grade to realize there might be a learning disorder when his 1st grade report is littered with (only) C’s and D’s, and how they could determine even then that he didn’t have one. We can’t afford to send our kids away to expensive colleges because I gave up my career to homeschool, but our dyslexic kiddo will get to go to college. The self-esteem and confidence she has in her abilities was worth every minute. My heart bleeds for that poor little boy who’s spent half his life believing he just wasn’t smart. 
Isn’t there a “good news” thread somewhere?!?
At any rate, I need to shout this out somewhere, and it isn’t my news to share in real life. So since I can’t stand in my driveway and shout this to the sky (still being in my jammies with my glasses on), and since he wants to tell the world this news himself, I’m thankful for this annonymous forum where I can gleefully proclaim (without stealing his thunder):
He got in! He got in! Woo hoo!
(UNC School of Medicine)
To my best guy friends here at college - you two are amazing. Thank you for putting up with me. Thank you for dropping by my dorm room to see how I was doing last night while I’m fighting this cold. Thank you for the jokes to cheer me up and all the jabs we throw back and forth to excite our spirits with rivalry. You are the closest thing I’ve ever had to brothers.
Wow you are a real jerk, not wanting to share a rich cooker just because I forgot to unplug it ONCE.
Supporting a demo half way around the world in the middle of the night.
I’m not a bad person, I’ve just made bad life choices.
CC (well, and the Internet in general, but here especially) would be 57.3% better if the words “awesome” and “amazing” were banned.
It is taking every once of self control that I can muster to not contribute and tell the fools " I told you so".
What was I thinking when I decided to strip the old wallpaper in that bathroom??? Four days before company arrives no less. And with a crazy week at work. The prior owners must’ve attached it with super glue. There’s a toilet and sink in my porch and a huge mess. They make everything look so easy on hgtv.
I know I’m going to regret commenting on that blog. You didn’t really want a discussion, you just want people to nod and agree with you. You pretend to be interested and caring, but you’re just as prejudiced as always. You just use pretty words to make seem otherwise.
I miss you, and it makes me sad that you evidently can’t find the time to talk.